Maybe a little too much Alanis on my mind

Christ
Guitar I am waiting for this confusion to lift
And all these illusions will disappear when the world figures it out
For themselves.

No one’s coming

Be afraid
As you stumble through different worlds and different,
In all its glory is a gory sort of story
you can rap your mind around
it

No one’s coming
Your not alone, your shouldn’t be afraid
And
The sharpest wit comes from the mistletoe